the moon in the attic

The greening in the old town is well done. Although there is plenty of sunlight, the street trees are flourishing, and the sunlight passes through layers of branches and leaves and casts mottled light and shadow on the two of them.

Han Yu took Yan Yang for a while, and let go of his wrist in front of a supermarket.

Yan Yang tilted his head to clear his throat, and moved his wrist indistinctly, "What's wrong?"

Han Yu also seemed a little uncomfortable, moved the corner of his mouth for a few seconds before speaking, "There is no supermarket in front, what do you want to eat?"

Yan Yang looked up at the signboard of the supermarket, then looked away at Han Yu, "I didn't think about it."

Han Yu nodded expressionlessly, and said in a steady voice, "Then think about it now."

Yan Yang looked at him for a while, then looked away, and couldn't help tilting his head and laughing.

Han Yu was still like a wooden stake, pretending to stand beside him calmly, waiting for him to stop laughing before asking, "What's wrong?"

Yan Yang gently pushed him away, walked forward, turned his back to him and asked, "Are you hot?"

Han Yu froze for a moment, walked quickly to catch up with him, and said solemnly, "It's okay."

"Oh," Yan Yang nodded pretendingly, "I see your ears are red, and I thought you were very hot."

Han Yu realized that Yan Yang was deliberately teasing him, he was taken aback for a moment and then smiled, and asked him nicely, "Aren't you going shopping?"

Yan Yang asked, "What did you plan to eat?"

"Just fry two dishes, and the rice is ready." Han Yu said honestly.

Yan Yang bowed his head and said, "I'm here to eat, I don't have so many demands."

Han Yu didn't insist anymore, and walked half a step behind him, and became quiet again.

After turning the last corner, the low-rise buildings in Fenghuali appeared in front of the two of them. Because of the strong wind, there was a faint smell from the garbage pile on the roadside.

Yan Yang circled around without changing his expression. When he walked downstairs to Han Yu's house, Han Yu suddenly said, "Don't you remember how to get there?"

Yan Yang didn't have any embarrassment of being exposed, but a secret emotion was pounding back and forth in his chest. He turned his head and looked at Han Yu, "Won't you come pick me up if I know the way?"

Han Yu didn't expect the conversation to go on like this, and he was stunned for a moment, Yan Yang's eyes were full of sly light, Han Yu stared at it for a while, and moved his eyes away as if he had been burned.

He lowered his head, bypassed Yan Yang and walked upstairs, "Go up quickly."

Yan Yang caught up with him and asked relentlessly, "Is it because I know the way and you won't come to pick me up?"

Young people's minds are always magnanimous. Yan Yang likes someone for the first time, and he does everything possible to confirm that he is special with his sweetheart.

The stairs of the old house were very narrow, and it was a bit crowded with two people standing on one step. Yan Yang intentionally squeezed Han Yu into hiding on the narrow stairs.

In the end, Han Yu supported Yan Yang's shoulder in embarrassment, and admitted defeat, "That's not what I meant."

"Well," Yan Yang raised his lips, but he still wanted to ask, "Then what do you mean?"

Han Yu lowered his head and walked a little faster, "I was just joking with you."

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that Yan Yang would continue to ask, so he took the initiative to say, "I will pick you up if you know the way."

Yan Yang got the answer he wanted, stopped bullying him, and followed him upstairs honestly.

The old lady knew that Yan Yang was coming to eat, and she was already sitting on the sofa waiting. When she saw the two people coming in, she greeted Yan Yang with a smile, "Is it cold?"

Yan Yang changed Han Yu's slippers, walked over obediently, and said coquettishly, "Grandma, it's freezing outside."

The old lady groaned, patted Yan Yang's shoulder with trembling hands, and instructed Han Yu, "Go and close the window."

The windows on both sides of Han Yu's house were open, and sometimes convective wind would pass through, but it was not cold. Yan Yang didn't want to bother anyone, so he quickly said, "No need, the room is not cold."

Yan Yang smelled all over at the hot pot restaurant, and now he just wants to take a bath.

But it didn't seem appropriate to take a shower as soon as he entered someone's house. He resisted the tired feeling on his body and continued to talk with the old lady.

"Grandma," Yan Yang leaned forward and asked the old lady, "Does your waist still hurt?"

"It's almost over," the old lady said with a smile, "thanks to the medicine you gave me, it doesn't hurt anymore if you don't eat hard."

"That's good." Yan Yang smiled happily.

The old lady liked Yan Yang very much, and seemed to have a lot of things to say. At this time, Han Yu came over and squatted in front of her, "Come in and rest for a while? I'll call you when dinner is ready."

After he finished speaking, he explained to Yan Yang, "Grandma can't sit for a long time."

Yan Yang quickly helped the old lady up, and sent her back to the house with Han Yu, "Grandma, take a rest, I will talk to you when I recover."

After grandma helped grandma close the door, Yan Yang sat back on the sofa again, and Han Yu walked over and said, "I'm going to cook, are you waiting here?"

Yan Yang looked up at him, but still couldn't help saying, "I want to take a bath."

Han Yu nodded, "I'll get you clothes."

He came down quickly, and when he handed over the clothes, he said, "You still wore them last time."

Yan Yang took the clothes, "Then I'm going to take a shower."

"Well," Han Yu nodded and took him to the bathroom, "I'll cook."

Yan Yang closed the door, grabbed the clothes Han Yu gave him and rubbed them against the tip of his nose, and smelled the sun and washing powder again.

It took him a long time to take a bath this time, and after taking a bath, he washed his clothes out. When he took them outside to dry, Han Yu was busy in the kitchen. Seeing him coming out, he asked him, "Did you wash it?"

Yan Yang responded, went to the balcony to dry the clothes, went back to the kitchen, leaned against the door and watched Han Yu chop the vegetables, and called him softly, "Brother Han Han."

Han Yu looked back at him, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Yan Yang said with a smile, "I'll just call you."

Han Yu turned back and continued chopping vegetables, much slower than before, "Will you wait for me in the living room? The kitchen is hot."

Yan Yang saw that he was embarrassed, so he deliberately didn't leave, but walked behind Han Yu, "What are you cutting?"

Yan Yang was very close to Han Yu. He had just taken a shower, and his hair was still damp. When he stuck behind Han Yu, Han Yu's shoulders trembled indistinctly.

"Lettuce," Han Yu said, "Last time I saw you, you seemed to have eaten a few more bites."

In fact, Yan Yang didn't particularly like lettuce, it's just that Han Yu's cooking was delicious, and he couldn't remember which dish he ate a lot that day.

But hearing what Han Yu said, he still couldn't help laughing. He glanced over Han Yu's shoulder at the cutting board and said arrogantly, "I only eat shredded ones, not sliced ​​ones."

Han Yu paused for a moment while chopping vegetables, "Got it."

During the movement, the water on Yan Yang's hair dripped onto Han Yu's neck. He was a little embarrassed and didn't dare to make trouble anymore. He reached out to help Han Yu wipe off the water, and stood beside him obediently.

"Brother Han Han." Yan Yang opened his mouth and called him again.

"Hmm." Han Yu replied.

Yan Yang looked at Han Yu, saw that his ears were turning red again, and said mercifully but not formally, "You can cut it into slices, I like to eat whatever you make."

Han Yu still stubbornly turned the lettuce slices into shreds, without saying a word.

Yan Yang couldn't help teasing him again, "Why don't you talk to me?"

Han Yu paused, then said softly, "Baabaa, stop making trouble."

His tone was very serious, calm and serious for no reason, the ambiguous atmosphere between the two dissipated in vain, Yan Yang frowned, "What's wrong?"

Han Yu put down the knife, turned around and looked at Yan Yang.

His eyes were calm, but vaguely nervous, he just looked at Yan Yang without saying a word.

The noise downstairs suddenly became clear. The couple were arguing over who should wash the dishes, and the children were crying loudly. The noise was like a sharp knife, tearing through the stagnant air in the kitchen.

Han Yu simply didn't make him wait on purpose, he licked his lips and said frankly, "I'm not sure what you mean, I don't know how to get along with you."

Yan Yang turned cold all of a sudden, and said, "I'm not like everyone."

They obviously didn't say anything, but they knew what the other was talking about, but Yan Yang owed something for wanting to get angry.

There is no position and no identity, but it is too early to talk about anything.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Han Yu immediately became flustered, and said almost incoherently, "Don't be angry."

Yan Yang suppressed his unhappiness, and asked Han Yu in a good-tempered manner, "Did I do anything that made you unsure?"

Han Yu lowered his head slightly, "It's not you, it's me, it's my own fault."

Yan Yang subconsciously wanted to ask what it had to do with you, but noticed Han Yu's tightly pursed lips, and couldn't say anything at once.

"I think," Han Yu paused, "it's very unreasonable."

Yan Yang leaned back on the cooking table and looked up at Han Yu, "What's unreasonable?"

Han Yu looked at him gently, with a calm tone, as if he was simply stating a fact, "There is a lot of difference between us, I don't know what is good about me."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yang's anger disappeared in an instant.

Han Yu has low self-esteem and is sensitive. Yan Yang warmly and frankly expressed his affection. Han Yu did not dare to accept without scruples, but he was reluctant to back down.

He endured the emotional pull, but Yan Yang kept teasing him irrationally.

While Yan Yang felt guilty, he also felt distressed, and pretended to be relaxed, "Did I bother you?"

Han Yu quickly denied, "No."

"That's it." Yan Yang turned his head and stopped looking at him, "You're not wrong, that's what I meant, but I don't want you to respond now..."

Yan Yang was embarrassed to say the next thing, raised his hand to rub the tip of his nose, and said vaguely, "Anyway, I... I'm not in a hurry."

Han Yu also blushed at what he said, and the tense atmosphere just now became ambiguous again. Han Yu reached out and touched Yan Yang's hair carefully, "Baa?"

Yan Yang turned his face back to look at him again, "What are you doing?"

Han Yu looked serious and said to him, "I will not let you down."

His words were like a lightning strike on Yan Yang's heart, the electric current crawled along the blood vessels to all the limbs, Yan Yang's Adam's apple slid up and down twice, and said stiffly, "I didn't ask you to do anything."

"Yeah," Han Yu picked up the knife and cut the vegetables again, "I know."

He said something solemnly that made both of them blush, "I thought it myself."

There was a wind blowing in from the narrow window in the kitchen, which lifted the broken hair on the foreheads of the two of them. Yan Yang muttered, "Don't you know how to get along with me?"

Han Yu was not intimidated by his words anymore, and said in a flat tone, "Now I know."

Yan Yang was knocked dizzy by the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat, and fled the kitchen with his limbs stiff. He crawled into the sofa, and his whole body was blocked by the back of the sofa.

What I said to Han Yu that night faintly rang in my ears, "If you chase me, buy me ice water, take me home when I have nowhere to go, and cook for me when I can't eat well... ..."

The sound of quarreling downstairs suddenly made people feel very at ease, and the convective wind hit him hard.

When Yan Yang recalled the past summer, what he thought of was not the scorching heat, the singing of cicadas, and the icy water that would never freeze.

The sound of dishes colliding came from the kitchen. The hem of Han Yu's white sweater was slightly undulating, and his shoulder blades were like butterflies about to fly. Yan Yang turned his head and looked straight.

That was his 17 years old.